Fun day

We were attempting to make it to a Muppet movie at a local art museum today, but we didn't get there until too late due to the gay pride parade preventing us from crossing Market Street. I hope you gay people are proud of making us miss our movie!

So instead, we decided to go to the awesome awesome playground by the Yerba Buena Center for the Arts. It has a manmade stream, a fountain the kids can get into with water running out of a hippopotamus' mouth (oh man did Violet ever love that! "Miss Hippo! Miss Hippo!" she screamed happily), gigantic slides, a xylophone made out of metal pipes. Way to go, San Francisco! SF spruced up all its city parks in the last few years, right in time for us to have kids. I really appreciate them knowing we were about to procreate, and getting the parks ready for us.

We met up with Gren and Alison, Phil's friend from high school and his wife, as well as their two kids. The kids all ran around the playground, and then we went over to Beard Papa, the absolutely stunning cream puff store. I had a vanilla eclair so good I literally couldn't concentrate on any conversation until I'd eaten the whole thing and licked my fingers clean. Way to go, Beard Papa! Nice name for that store, right? Their mascot looks like Santa. Like a merciful Santa of fresh butter and cream, not that scary dude that has a list of children whose houses he will invade and leave a hunk of carbon.

Violet was tired on the way home, and sad because we wouldn't buy her the $18 pig-shaped flashlight she was coveting at the SFMOMA museum store. "My pig! My pig!" she wailed disconsolately up the street. I amused her by sitting in the backseat with her and squeezing my nose while saying "beep!" After a while, Violet demanded "Beep my nose, mama," which is a sentence I could listen to over and over again happily. I was also "stealing" her nose, and she started stealing my nose, and then she began replacing my nose with her nose. "My nose your face!" she told me happily. Excellent, Violet's nose is way cuter than mine.